Multi-X
24th Jun 2000, 00:38
Just found a copy of "The Christmas Poem" & thought that all ex TXL would like to see the masterpiece again. Whilst originally planned to stay in TXL, it seemed to spread through the Monarch system quicker than the “ I Love you “ virus.
“Twas Christmas eve at Tegel and while the nightshift slept,
a merry chap with twinkling eyes into the office crept.
His nose was red & shiney (he drank until excess)
and on his back, was a large black sack.
( a fireproof bag I guess!)
‘Twas Father Bootsie G#$%&*m! though known by other names,
and pikie Jim & Kathy had come to join in Monarch’s games.
Out of Bootsie’s bulging sack, they pulled out gifts galore,
wrapped in glittering paper & laid them on the floor.
Boxes full of empty promises, knives for peoples backs,
IOU’s from Kathy to pay your back tax,
a selection of contracts, loopholes in every line,
anti-sense of humour spray & alcohol free wine
When the bag was empty and they left the sleeping techs
They headed for the Irish bar to get some down their necks
With a cry of “ Stick with me Kid”, they flew into the night
Or they would have if staff travel hadn’t buggered up their flight
Anon
Or rather would have been “Anon” if the poet had typed it!
“Twas Christmas eve at Tegel and while the nightshift slept,
a merry chap with twinkling eyes into the office crept.
His nose was red & shiney (he drank until excess)
and on his back, was a large black sack.
( a fireproof bag I guess!)
‘Twas Father Bootsie G#$%&*m! though known by other names,
and pikie Jim & Kathy had come to join in Monarch’s games.
Out of Bootsie’s bulging sack, they pulled out gifts galore,
wrapped in glittering paper & laid them on the floor.
Boxes full of empty promises, knives for peoples backs,
IOU’s from Kathy to pay your back tax,
a selection of contracts, loopholes in every line,
anti-sense of humour spray & alcohol free wine
When the bag was empty and they left the sleeping techs
They headed for the Irish bar to get some down their necks
With a cry of “ Stick with me Kid”, they flew into the night
Or they would have if staff travel hadn’t buggered up their flight
Anon
Or rather would have been “Anon” if the poet had typed it!